A sailor. A woman. A human being.
The truth is – I like quiet seas. But a smooth sea will only make me a mediocre sailor in this journey of life. The storms and rough patches of my past have taught me much and I cannot regret them.
“A smooth sea never made a skilled sailor.”
Find the complete article here: Stormy Seas
Find me writing twice a week over at Moms of Faith.
“Just as the sinner’s despair of any hope from himself is the first prerequisite of a sound conversion, so the loss of all confidence in himself is the first essential in the believer’s growth in grace.” ~ A. W. Pink
I am a person who hates messing up. I mean, who actually likes making mistakes? But I really hate it. Messing up is way up there on my “things I just cant stand” list.
As much as I hate it and strive to avoid it, it still happens to me. I mess up. Those times remind me of grace, and how much I desperately need it.
I write for Moms of Faith a couple times a week. Find this entire article about my faults and failings and need of grace here: In Need of Grace.
I write twice a week for Moms of Faith. Find the complete article here, God is Working Behind the Scenes.
I am the mother of four girls ages 13, 11, 7 & 5. Drama is nothing new in this household, but sometimes the pain of friendships that are damaged or broken is deeper than usual. My prayer is that every experience with my children will be teachable. I thank God for reminding me that part of my job as parent is to disciple my children.
I write every Wednesday & Saturday for Moms of Faith. Find this entire article here. Praying for Our Children’s Spiritual Journey.
I admit, I felt a bit afraid during my recent getaway alone. I think I might try a Bed and Breakfast next time – just for the company at night!
Thoughts of fear translated themselves into an article titled, Turn “the Light” on When Fear Comes Calling. I write bi-weekly for Moms of Faith.
“Often, as I lay in bed waiting to sleep, I wonder if I remembered to lock the front door, and I ponder the responsibility that I have to protect my four children if anything were to happen while we slept.” – Me.
Find this entire article here.
“…it can still feel like I’ve been punched in the gut when I know an event is occurring that my children cannot participate in because they do not have a father who lives locally.” – Me
There are some things that only single moms know. I’ve found having a plan helps A LOT.
I’ve written about it here for my bi-weekly post for Moms of Faith.
The older I get, the faster it moves. Week by week, season by season. Time is flying by. Am I the only one who feels this way?
“…time is often foolishly spent. Not just mere seconds or hours, but years and decades and in the saddest cases of all, lifetimes are wasted. Our lives are more than a handful of good deeds that if we are lucky, might just add up to enough to buy a ticket to a pleasant eternity.”
See more on my weekly Moms of Faith article. Find the original here.
Happiness is not a destination. That’s our family motto. Well, at least it’s mine and I keep trying to sell it to my kids. They get it, but they surely haven’t completely bought in. Not yet.
This is also the title of a post I’ve written for Moms of Faith. Find the entire article here: Happiness is Not a Destination. Happiness right where you are…
I’m honored to write every Wednesday & Saturday for Moms of Faith.
We may fail, but we are not failures.
I write every Wednesday and Friday for Moms of Faith. Find link to my most recent article on Failing here.
“I miss India a lot today. The foggy weather outside reminds me of it. I miss the smell of spices and riding with the wind in my hair on the back of a motorcycle. I miss the old mommas in the streets selling their goods. I miss the high pitched singing ladies that were on the radio in every car. I miss the colors. I never thought I would say that I miss India. But today, I really miss India.”
My niece, who lived with me for a time in India, wrote me this a few days ago.
For a long time I found my identity in being an Indian wife or a Dweller in the land of India.
Then one day these things were Gone. Over. Done. That part of my life was Finished.
And I suddenly had to figure out, Who am I.
The answer didn’t come in a moment, or a day, or a month. It came as I journeyed forward. I’ve written about this search for my Identity here.
* I write for the online publication, Moms of Faith, every Wednesday & Saturday. (You DON’T have to be a mom – or even female – to visit. Stop on by.)
Clothed with Joy 